Combining Senators hockey with a contempt of the human condition since 2007.
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Quick Hits: Because Saturday Night NEVER HAPPENED! Get it?
So, who gets to keep the credenza?: Channelling his inner home wrecker, Coach Craig plays a vigorous game of Line Blender and just like that, Danon Spezley are no more. Thought #1 when this flashed through my inbox? Meh. Sure as hell can't hurt to try since nothing else is working. Thought #2? This lasts two periods. At the most.
I'm sorry Martin, but I'm just not that into you: The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again, expecting a different result. In completely unrelated news, Pastry gets his fourth straight start.
Suddenly, Sens fans pine for the robust physicality of Riccard Persson: Memo to Filip Kuba. Um...you do realize this is a contact sport, right? You'd better start hitting something. Anything. Please? Hell, start with the stick boy, and work your way up.
Toronto! Now 100% More Obnoxious!: The best part of my own little alternate universe in which Toronto has two teams? Imagining the anguished, 100 years-in-the-making howls of futile rage from Leaf Nation as the Oshawa Pud Wankers bring their twelve die-hard fans to ecstatic Nirvana while parading the 2067 Stanley Cup around the parking lot of Scarborough Town Centre.
Florida at the Bank tomorrow night (7:00p.m., TSN). Help control the pet population. Have your panther spayed or neutered. Do it! Or Pierre McGuire will yell at you.
Unapologetic sports fanatic (blessed with an incredibly patient wife...and my own Man Room). If they keep a score, if there's a winner and a loser, or if the participants stand a better than average chance of bleeding (especially that one), I'll watch it. At least once. Well, except for cricket. I'll NEVER understand cricket.